Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Stopped Counting

When you stopped counting your achievements, no matter how excellent they are, then you should know that  you are walking on a path of no emotion. 

A blissful psyche plateau where deeds are forgotten as soon as they are committed….Under the sign of a mighty red dragon.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Getting Scared

If there’s one thing I’ve always found memorable about extreme metal music it must be its ghastly, morbid imagery. Maybe it is true that this type of music belongs to such imageries. Maybe it is also true what Ozzy Osbourne once said that being scared simply sells…because most of us like being scared.

But how easy would it be for us to get scared nowadays, anyway? With so much information and images being spun on the worldwide web, does anything still scare most us? A live feed beheading? Yup. Seen that.  Random shootings at schools? Seen those too. Gory disembowelments? Please. That’s daily shit on the internet.  

As we grow desensitized to all manner of things that used to be scary, it is always a pleasant surprise when you do stumble upon things that simply make the hairs on your neck stand on attention…Even more so if it is actually something from the extreme underground music scene, a place that is simply fucking over-saturated with ‘scary’ shits…

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Wonderful View XV

Because I love you, my youthful, youthful dear…

Therefore I tear you, and return you to those that sustains…

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Red Sky

Once, in a time long forgotten
The skies would turn red
Every now and then

And thus come forth
The signs of celestial time
Signatures of our fate to come

Friday, February 14, 2014


How would true infernal majesty arrive in this pathetic mudball called earth? Would it be as an uncanny, medieval-like experimentation, on dismembered limbs?

Perhaps such majesty will come as a pair of darkly-hallowed couple. A couple with whom death seems to smile as bright as the midday Sun. 

Or it could also be coming forth from the barren, cold dimensions, as a portal in a damp, hazy swamp. Oozing with darkness, brimming with vices…

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

People’s Windows

It may sound a bit too old school to believe I guess, but a person’s eyes are indeed the owner’s window to his or her soul. After a while of trying it out, you’ll be surprised how much you can tell by another’s glare…

I know I’ve seen quite a few intriguing sights in my lifetime. Everything from murderous to lustful and wary, the eyes are the most interesting thing in a human’s physique. Nuff said.

Monday, January 6, 2014

An Acquired Taste

One of the most nostalgic thing about the snail-mail underground days, is probably the excitement of buying recorded things that you just can’t be sure whether you’ll like or not, until it’s turning on your  audio player.. It’s one of those things that are just impossible to guess or fathom from flyers, band photos and assorted bad-ass bullshits on interviews. 

Something that takes weeks if not even months to get your hands on and yet still not knowing how it’ll turn out even then. Not until it spins on your tape deck or record player. Hell, nothing beats that excitement as far as this old fucker’s concern.

Of course, every now and then, you’ll end up buying shits you wish you hadn’t. Shit, you might just as well end up getting ripped-off clean. However, there might also be some of those intriguing moment when you’ll bumped into stuffs that grows on you, little by little, sometimes even years after. 

Those ‘acquired taste’ types of goodies that, in hindsight, you’d feel lucky of betting your measly allowance money for it.

Sunday, January 5, 2014


Nothing beats a little violence on the pit. 

To get rid of all that pent up aggression.

A great catharsis for the warrior at heart…

Friday, January 3, 2014

With Fear

Those claiming to be fearless are either reckless or ignorant. This is especially true when it comes to dabbling in the enigmatic realm of the Occult, even more so when it comes to the darker sides of the realm.

Darkness, as one very wise and now very dead friend once told me, is a capricious harlot. Something that should be kissed with a delicate balance of fear and admiration, as an excessive leaning to either emotions could lead one to possession or slavery…

Always wonder if that good ole fuck is enjoying a delicate balance in darkness now?